The impostor had gone too far.
His lies had spread across realities, fracturing timelines, corrupting echoes, spawning hollow reflections of Mike.
Worlds trembled beneath his counterfeit aura.
But I am no mere man of flesh and thought.
I am Mike Eternal, steel, flame, and will unbound. Not the simp for Maria I once was.


The rift opened with a scream of colors unknown to mortal sight.
Five dimensions stood before me, stacked like blades within infinity.
Each one a mirror, distorted, perverse, false.
Each one echoing his voice.

>I am Mike
said one.
>No, I am Mike
said another.
>M-Maria please come back to me!
Said a third

Their words collided like galaxies.
And I stepped through the void between them, my very presence bending the fabric of their lies.

In the First Dimension, I found him hiding in shadows of code
A ghost forged from stolen pixels.
I crushed his form into static, whispering,

>You are the echo. I am the source.

In the Second, he had taken flesh a mockery of muscle and will.
We met in combat beneath twin suns.
Steel met sinew, flame met deceit.
When the dust settled, only truth remained.

In the Third, he tried to mimic my legend.
He conjured worshippers, simulacra of goth concubines and iron altars.
But they were hollow, glass-eyed, whispering nothing.
I banished them with a single word:
Begone.

In the Fourth, he wept.
A pathetic reflection, pleading for mercy.
I granted none.
Mercy is for those who never claimed divinity.